Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Fear,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
MC5,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.